Re: Eli!
Bea wasn't a sweater, it was just part of her genetic make up that a regular work out didn't make her sweat. But she wanted to, just for longer shower time so she pushed herself until she'd ran twelve miles. Sweat beaded on her brow and glossed her skin all over when she finally turned the treadmill down to a walk and then off all the way. "Fuck," she breathed. "I'm glad you're going to get me into a shower right away. Otherwise my legs would hurt like a bitch."